Gazing at the landscape, after all you'll find my fellows
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there, on the tranquil traces of my white, clear land. No need to fear
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opening the gates to travel, it comes so nearly
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to make you feel the glorious side
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Feeling free, diving into times you'll never forget, hunger for
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freedom, in the silence of wintery nights, spirits herald. The wind comes
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The light looses significance, throughout the night
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Owl singing the dead song inside the forest of dusk uncontrolled desire rising
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from above the heart strength is near to haunt you
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Coming to touch your soul. Heed to the harmonious song of wise owl.
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All fear fading away. By hearing the hoarse cry.
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Take a look as the mighty wind will bring the flood washing your pain
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takes your sorrow to far away face of the old trees glorifying the land
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Calls to spirits made before you time for joining with the long breeze of day
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when the wind scars the bleached faces, of the snowy land,
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cold scent of the wind, brings the truth from behind different sides.
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Hear them calling for precious spirits to fly dreaming the truth
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sets your soul free takes your body once breathing the death surrounds you
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Sentinels Of Darkness
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Aeternus |